heart of mercy

crying to be heard

in the dimming of

dusks  last true light

and the chilly winds

of emptiness

following a trail of tears

to an eerie blue Twilight



what we can't forget

is hidden in our hearts

buried somewhere behind

the midnight rains

between the lilting

moonlit mirages

and the lost forests

tragic last refrains



heart of mercy

tolling for freedom

back from the endless

assaults on morality

beating like rain

on the hollow log

of a reckless

and uncertain eternity



where a red flower

is damp with dew

where hatred is lost

in the cool of the morn

where the thick limbs

of the sycamore grew

where young dreams

are waiting to be born

where sundown trails

like a faithful dog

where the promise of magic

is waiting to be revealed

where sinners fail

and lovers never part

where lovers fight on

and prophets kneeled

where there is still

mercy in my heart